This Hogwarts is not normal

Now that things have come to this, let’s go to Level 2.

No matter what, it sounds better than Level 3.

Thinking about it this way, Vincent actually began to resist the green ribbon of the First Class Medal.

He even felt that the third-level white ribbon belt was the best, at least not as coquettish as the second-level purple ribbon belt.

Dumbledore didn't know what he was thinking.

But judging from those big shining eyes, even if he had an idea, it wouldn't be a good one.

"Go on, I'll go find Nico and the others."

"Oh." Vincent smiled evilly as he thought of something interesting, and stretched out his paw towards the fifth orichalcum bullet.

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Top floor.

Nico and Perenal were chatting happily, but Dumbledore came over gloomily.

"What's wrong, Albus?

Are you angry with that child?"

"No, I thought he would be very disappointed at first."

Successfully protecting the Philosopher's Stone is something that neither Gringotts nor the Ministry of Magic can do.

Perenal covered his mouth and chuckled, "This kid has a lot of wild ideas. Maybe he really doesn't care about the level of the Order of Merlin."

She likes the layout of the 13th floor and the large white appearance.

Nico nodded in agreement, "Albus, you will never guess what he made with mithril."

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"gun?"

"no."

"sword?"

"No."

Dumbledore shook his head in surprise, "He integrated these two things?"

"Yes, a flashy looking weapon."

Nico snapped his fingers, and soon a demon doll equipped with white armor came over with a gun blade.

Its gun body does not have the magic rune "?", but other than that, it is no different from its super powerful gun.

"A very interesting design." Dumbledore picked up the gun blade and looked at it carefully.

"Not only that." Nico said with admiration on his face: "He's also quite smart."

Gunblades, a weapon that only exists in fantasy, are not subject to the Misuse of Muggle Articles Office.

Vincent can take it with him without any permission procedures.

The entire process was legal and legal, even if Fudge came.

"I'm looking forward to the surprises he brings to me next year."

Dumbledore chuckled, "It's a good thing you don't know how to make a wand."

Nico looked at his wife Perenal with a mysterious face.

She smiled very reservedly and nodded, "Before I met Nico, the Merovingian husband at that time pursued me."

"Oh, Merlin - this is such a surprise to me." Dumbledore opened his mouth in a very rare way.

There are three major staff makers in Europe, namely:

Ollivanders of England,

Gregorovich of Germany,

French Merovingian.

In France more than six hundred years ago, Beauxbatons did not exist.

Among the young staff makers at that time, the most outstanding was Ansgar Merovingian.

Like Ollivander's ancestors, he passed on his superb staff-making skills to future generations.

Today, his descendants are still the designated wand manufacturers of Beauxbatons.

I didn't expect that such a master who created an era would have such an interesting story.

What's even more interesting is that Beauxbatons, funded by Nico, chose the Merovingian family to provide wands to the students.

"Albus, Nico is talking nonsense." Perenal quickly shook his head as if denying it.

"Ansgar did teach me how to make a wand, but unfortunately I have forgotten most of it."

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing.

Big treasures like the Pensieve are specifically designed to do this.

"Teacher, I succeeded!" Vincent strode in and found the atmosphere here to be quite strange.

Nico first looked at Perenal as if begging for mercy.

"Albus, are you interested in seeing the power of bullets engraved with magic circuits?"

Dumbledore winked at him mischievously, "Of course I'm interested."

Perenal stood up and said, "It's time for me to prepare lunch."

Before she left, she looked at Nico meaningfully.

Vincent suppressed a smile and turned around.

Judging from the situation, his teacher must have said something wrong.

Dumbledore immediately sighed after arriving on the third floor, "When I came here last year, the floor had just been laid here."

"It's all the work of the golems." Nico focused his attention on Vincent who was loading the gun blade. "They are very suitable for this kind of work."

"How many bodies are provided to Hogwarts for free?"

"Can."

Vincent, who was taking aim, suddenly turned around and said, "Professor, I am now at the age where my body is growing."

Dumbledore shook his head and smiled bitterly, "The golem is only responsible for the defense of the campus."

Vincent raised his lips and looked at the bull's-eye.

This orichalcum bullet, which failed thirteen times before succeeding, was firmly embedded in the center of the circular gun target.

The orange-red patterns surrounding it are gradually getting brighter.

Nico looked at Dumbledore as if showing off, "Albus, what do you think?"

The bullseye has burned under the influence of high temperature.

"This is a perfect piece of work."

The gun body is made of traditional alchemy and the bullets are engraved with magic circuits.

The birth of super power also has a very special meaning.

Using alchemy to reforge Muggle items and imbue them with all kinds of magical magic seems to be just the beginning.

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Hogwarts Castle at the same time.

The senior members of the Black Swan Club who had not gone home for the holidays all gathered in the Slytherin common room.

Seventh-grade Alger Buell extinguished the flames under the cauldron in front of him.

The bubbling viscous slurry inside was the compound juice potion that took 46 days to brew.

He divided it into five small bottles. "Although it takes a long time, I can guarantee its effect."

Draco leaned forward to smell it out of curiosity, and immediately covered his nose and leaned back.

"This potion smells really bad!"

Bull explained anxiously: "It still needs one more thing to be considered complete."

Higgs took out the small alchemy box that he had kept for more than a month.

Marcus smacked his lips and opened it, "Wayne, Wayne, I wonder what you would taste like?"

"It must smell worse than this." Blaise said with contempt on his face, "I don't drink anyway, who of you wants to drink?"

He took out two large handfuls of gold galleons from his trouser pocket.

"Let me do it!" Higgs carefully picked up the ash-blond hair and placed it next to the mouth of a bottle.

With a click of the small scissors, the color of the bottle of polyjuice began to slowly become lighter.

The smell is not unpleasant, it has a very fresh mint smell.

The color is light white.

"Tch—" Brace's expression was extremely ugly.

"Let's start the test." Draco's expression didn't look much better.

Higgs opened his mouth and felt the taste of fried pork chop first.

Then there is the aroma of sheep and beef meat, which is also mixed with a very special taste.

After he finished drinking, he smacked his lips and said, "Hmm - it should be dried fish."

Everyone twitched their mouths.

Only Bull, with a puzzled look on his face, picked up the small bottle he had finished and sniffed it.

Under the cover of the mint flavor, there seems to be a bland smell.

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